Compositor: Cornelia Murr
Tell me what you see
Is there room left in the sky
We’re ripping at the seams
The uniform is tired
Meanwhile I see the child in all directions
Meanwhile I want your smile at our reflection
There’s something wrong with me
All I can see
Is the meantime
Is the meantime
The rain is leaking through
Too many holes to block
There’s nothing I can do
And you refuse to walk
Meanwhile I see the child in all directions
Meanwhile I still want your smile at our reflection
Little honey bee
You’re going slowly
On the window sill
In the winter’s eve
Shall I put us out of our misery
And kiss you farewell out of love
For all you’ve given me
Hold me in the meantime
Hold me in the meantime
Hold me in the meantime
Hold me in the meantime